Page 51 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

“At least I’ll die knowing the truth,” I said bitterly.

Her eyes flashed with panic. “You can’t mean that.”

I shrugged.

“God, Oliver…” She looked at me with a mixture of fear and desperation. “Let’s go back to your hotel. We’ll go over your notes, fill in what we learned today.”

“We didn’t learn shit today.”

“But we did. Well… maybe. We know for sure that Liam had been in touch with the FBI and who. And after you left, Agent Marsden told me something Liam said to her.”

All the chaos in my mind stopped for a moment as I turned my attention on Lindsay. “What?”

“First, she said Liam had found something. She didn’t know what it was, but she suspected it was names or something that outlines how the scam worked and who was running it. He made her think the scam was bigger than just that Wally guy.”

That didn’t seem like anything helpful. All it did was piss me off more that she didn’t help Liam.

“He said the evidence was safe and that the writing was on the wall.”

“What does that mean?”

“She wasn’t sure. She did say that after he died, she went to all the places she thought he’d been and tried to find a clue on a wall.”

I frowned. “More likely, he meant the evidence was clear… or…” My stomach roiled. “Wally knew he had it and could see the gig was about to be up.”

“Maybe. But if that is the case, we need to give him a wide berth. We need to let professionals deal with this.”

“You mean like Agent Marsden?” I scoffed. “She didn’t do shit. She won’t do shit now.”

“But maybe Flynn or Detective Riker will. We should talk to them.”

I frowned, not wanting to admit she was right. What I really wanted to do was to find Wally and pound his face in until he confessed, a fight I’d likely lose.

"Let's go back to your hotel. We'll be safe there, and we can start looking into old friends who might be involved or whom he might have hidden the evidence with. It’s possible we’re not the only ones getting messages."

I hadn’t considered someone else getting messages. That made me think of Johnny and Darcy, but surely, they would have told me if they were getting texts about Liam.

Not sure what to do next, I let Lindsay lead me to her car, and she drove us back to my hotel. As she entered the lobby with me, heading to the elevator, a new issue grew. The last time we were together, I’d fucked her again. Even now, the memory of our bodies intertwined made it difficult to breathe.

More than that, though, I wanted to hold her. I felt like a man tumbling through space, lost and out of control. Touching Lindsay made me feel whole, tethered to reality.

We reached my room, and I had it on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I was fine and she could leave, but instead, I invited her in.

“I wonder if we could figure out why all this has started again now,” Lindsay said as she went directly to the table where all my notes sat.

I shrugged and sank on the couch, closing my eyes, feeling so fucking tired.

“Did this person not know about Liam’s findings and just found out?” she pondered.

“Maybe they were in jail,” I quipped.

“Yes, that could be it,” she said with enthusiasm. “So, who recently got out of jail?”

I opened an eye. “I didn’t really mean that—”

“But it could be, Oliver. Do you know anyone just out of jail?”

“Darcy did, but it was like an eighteen-month stint. She didn’t go to jail until three years or so after Liam.”

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